Wednesday, September 30, 2015

I
recently went on stage for my very first Bawdy
Storytelling: Sapiosexual
event, in front of three hundred people—give or take—and ever
since then, I have been really thinking introspectively. On the stage
I told people that I am a monogamous wife of twenty years, a mother
of three, and I’ve only had sex with one man. As I expected, that
little confession blew a few minds. I went on to explain that my
fantastically driven brain sort of compensates for the lack of sexual
partners. I don’t like how that word sounds...compensates…but,
then again, maybe that is
what is happening. In basic terms.

Ever
since my husband and I started podcasting, The
Kiss Me Quick’s Erotica Podcast
and, The
Sexy Librarian’s Blog-cast,
we’ve really come into ourselves. We’ve always been sexual
people, like most other folks in this world. But before our journey
into this new form of exhibitionism, we’d never been able to
communicate the way we wanted to or needed to, beforehand.

When
I first sat down to read my Books
and Boners,
the very first episode for The
Kiss Me Quick’s
podcast, I was terrified. Not only was I reading a story for the
world to listen to—and honestly hoping that they’d enjoy it, but
I was, for the very first time in my life, putting my private words
and fantasy out there for public consumption. My husband and I don’t
live an “outrageously kinky” lifestyle—except that we kind of
do. I know that sounds funny, but being monogamous and the fact that
I’ve only had sex with one guy, doesn’t make me vanilla
or boring. Truth be told, I could sell tickets to the show that plays
inside my brain on a regular basis. I am: gay, lesbian, bi sexual,
androgynous, male, alien, seriously perverted and sometimes
unapologetically violent, and everything else in between—inside my
head. And that is a freeing experience that truly satisfies me.

So,
back to the stage performance. There is this thing that happens to erotica writers. Many readers expect that the scenarios written are
based on actual fact. That just isn’t true. But we do research—a
lot.

As
I stood there, the lights preventing me from seeing anyone beyond the
first two rows, sweat running down my back, I told the audience of my
very first—preciously kept secret fantasy, how debaucherous it was
regarding a certain apple, and how writing about that particular
fantasy brought it to life between me and my husband. The audience
clapped, laughed and roared at my reveal. When I stepped off that
stage and headed to the bar for a much needed drink, people
approached me in small droves to tell me they were so glad that I
spoke for monogamy so proudly. One after the other, my story of Conan
the Barbarian and Grace Jones as it pertained to my husband and
myself really spoke to these people. Like they had been waiting for
someone to step up there and say, ‘Hey! Monogamy rocks!’.

Raising
three kids while writing/narrating erotica for a living has its
challenges. I can’t tell everyone about it and sometimes it makes
me sad. There are so many wonderful adventures happening inside my
head and in my life that I want to just sit with my friends and
family and tell them all about it. The reality is, I simply can’t.
The minute the word cock or pussy trips from my mouth,
people get squicked. Maybe it is because they are worried that
the sex they are having isn’t as good as they imagine mine is.
Which is crazy, because there have been plenty of days where I’ve
just needed to fuck and there was no thinking—only the physical
need to orgasm. Or maybe some people think it’s silly that my mind
works the way it does. In which case, I’d like to tell them, ‘Hey,
it works, man.’

On
the flipside, doing two podcasts which virtually discuss sex in all
its permutations and levels of variety—from the silly and
lighthearted to the excruciatingly dark and dangerous, it is easier
than I thought it would be, to be so open-minded. My husband and I,
we’ve never been closer—on the same page mentally or sexually.
We’ve never been this honest with each other or able to talk so
frankly. Before podcasting, we were afraid of hurting the others
feelings, even scaring them. And with our kids…there isn’t
anything we won’t discuss. No topic that is taboo. We certainly
aren’t perfect, we don’t know all the answers, but we don’t shy
away from conversations revolving around sex and feelings and
curiosities. It’s funny, my goal with the KMQ podcast was to get
people comfortable with their sexuality, when in fact, it has done
that very thing for me and my husband and as a result, our three
kids. They don’t listen to the show, of course, because of its
“explicit content”, but each, in our own way are leaning to not
be afraid or ashamed of sex or our bodies. I don’t censor my brain
when it comes to writing erotic fiction, and I don’t want society’s
censorships to rule my children’s future selves.

One
of the other great things about podcasting, especially with my The
Sexy Librarian’s Blog-cast,
is that I actually get to talk to some really talented writers.
Creative minds who are working toward the same goal of exploring and
understanding—getting some kind of a hold on sexuality.

To
say that sex is complicated is not only clichéd but it’s also
true. It’s so layered and complex and yet it’s this real thing we
all have in common, that we don’t talk about as much as we should.
Sex, whether we are having it or not, is as important to discuss, as
oxygen is to breath and water is to drink. Talking about it, whether
as a result of reading it or listening to it, in its fictional form,
can be a mini transcendent experience in and of itself, and helps to
ease open the door to communicating. I have to chuckle because I
didn’t see the effects it would have on me, even though I was the
one initiating the thing.

I
am most comfortable when I am with my husband. It is enough for me to
have the freedom to create erotic fantasy within my mind. And, back
to that whole ‘compensates’ thing, well, I don’t have to worry
about being with someone else and feeling uncomfortable, or scared,
or embarrassed or ashamed because I know my husband and he knows me.
There is comfort in that simple fact. I like our relationship this
way. It makes me feel strong, I don’t think I could get that from
anyone else.

Being
up on that stage brought out the desire in me to share with other
monogamous and non-monogamous couples that our sexuality belongs to
us. We should treasure it and respect it and feed it—keep it
healthy. We shouldn’t jealously compare it to others, but stand
together instead with supportive pride. In the end our sexuality is a
shared experience even though it begins within us individually. When
talked about openly and without shame, we become stronger, confident.
As individuals. As partners. As parents. As humans. Monogamy doesn’t
mean you can’t play like the rest.

ROSE CARAWAY (thekissmequicks.com) is a native Northern California Writer, Editor, Narrator, and Podcaster on the hit shows “The Kiss Me Quick’s Erotica Podcast” and “The Sexy Librarian Blog-cast”. Rose is also a professional Narrator for several Audible #1 Bestselling Erotica Audiobooks, including her latest publication, “The Sexy Librarian’s Dirty 30 Vol.1”, and is the editor of the INDIEFAB Book of the Year Award Finalist and #1 bestselling, “The Sexy Librarian’s Big Book of Erotica”. Although her specialty is erotic fiction, she also has a passion for writing suspense, horror, fantasy, and romance. Some of her influences include Stephen King, Dan Savage, Jean M. Auel, Mia Martina, and Anne Rice.

Rose’s writings prominently showcase her sex-positive approach to life, as well as her commitment to both feminism and masculinism. Being a staunch supporter of the LGBT community, she believes that people of all genders and orientations should be considered complementary and interdependent and are necessary for a truly healthy and functional society. In addition to writing, Rose’s other passions revolve around keeping an active lifestyle, and a deep love of music and its many incarnations. She is immersed in the martial arts and has earned a Black Belt in Kenpo Karate. She also studies and practices, Brazilian Jujitsu, Krav Maga, and Mixed Martial Arts.Web: http://www.thekissmequicks.com/E-mail: thekissmequick [at] gmail [dot] comTwitter: @RoseCarawayFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/rose.caraway.7Instagram: http://instagram.com/rosecarawayPinterest: http://pinterest.com/rosecaraway7/boards/Tumblr: http://rosecaraway.tumblr.com/

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Oh dear! I haven't done a new newsletter since June! I've been really busy with
non-writing business issues, doing a lot of traveling for my real world job. Of course
that's no reason to neglect you, is it?

New and Upcoming Releases

I've had relatively little time to write over the past few months. Of course, given all my
releases in May, I suppose I've earned a bit of a breather. In any case, this month saw the
release of my science fiction erotica short The Antidote. Warning: this is not one of my softer, more romantic works. It's quite graphic, but has a message too.

In terms of upcoming releases, I have a story in Lynn Townsend's altruistic erotica collection Coming Together: Strange Shifters, which is scheduled for release around Halloween. And speaking of Halloween, I'm working on a brand new tale to celebrate, an erotic horror piece entitled Reanimated. Stay tuned for more information.

Meanwhile, if you are looking for suitable Halloween reading, let me recommend Fourth World, my new paranormal collection from Excessica. Ghosts, vampires, succubi  this collection of seven tales of myth and magic is just perfect for the season.

I've been busy editing and expanding my first two novels, Raw Silk and Incognito, for re-release by Totally Bound. Each will have at least one full new chapter added. Plus I get the chance to fix those nasty
errors that creep into every book, especially when you're a novice writer. It's fun, but also a rather emotional
experience to revisit these early tales.

I'm also continuing to work on my BDSM erotic romance novel The Gazillionaire and the Virgin. I have a tentative publication date of January, 2016. I don't know whether I'm going to make that or not.

Free Reading and Other News

Since I haven't done an update in a couple of months, I've added a lot of new material to my
website. In the free reading section, you'll find my historical BDSM tale
Communion. This is one of the
first short stories I ever wrote. It captures the spirtual dimension of dominance and submission that
so fascinates me.

For those of you who like poetry, I've also added a new poem called Hookup, in the tanka form. It's short but intense.

I've also added two new craft articles to my For Authors section, one about story structure and another about various approaches to writing a novel. Hopefully some of my author
colleagues will find them useful.

One bit of news: I've signed up for a Twitter account. I am still trying to figure out how to make the
most of this social media channel. I'm also not sure how to get readers to follow me! I have one hundred fifty followers already, but I think every single one is a fellow writer!

Tell you whatI'll bribe you! If you sign up to follow me on Twitter, I'll send you a free ebook, your choice of any of my Excessica or self-published titles. Just follow me (@lisabetsarai), then shoot me a tweet. Tell me what book you'd like (Exposure, Bangkok Noir,
D&S Duos 1-4,Fourth World, The Antidote, or Slush) and where to send it. It's that simple!

I am also looking for people to join my reviewer street team. You can get free copies of any of my books, in return for posting a review on Goodreads, Amazon, or Barnes & Noble. Interested? Email me at lisabet [at] lisabetsarai [dot] com. Or send me a tweet!

Lisabet's Pick of the Month

My September pick of the month is Cara Sutra's
erotic author spotlight series. The link here will go to my own spotlight, but she has a huge archive of features
from other authors, each one with lots of juicy excerpts. While you're at Cara's site, you can
also browse her other categories of content, including free erotica, sex toy reviews, industry news, and
more!

Monday, September 28, 2015

An
ordinary girl catapulted into an extraordinary world meets two even
more extraordinary men—but what will she do when she discovers
their sexy secret?

Fiona
Gillespie moved to London shortly after graduating to take advantage
of the opportunities the capital could offer. However, months later,
she’s still living in a horrid flat and working in a grimy East End
pub. The problem is, she doesn’t really know what she wants to do,
career-wise. So when she happens upon an advertisement for a job at a
plush Mayfair hotel, she jumps at the chance. A great deal of
determination and a spot of luck land Fiona her dream role.

But
working at the Totally Five Star London is just the beginning. She
adores the role and flourishes, impressing her bosses and making her
increasingly determined to climb the career ladder.

While
her career is flying, though, her love life is non-existent. She
hasn’t even thought about men, never mind met or dated one for
months, so when she bumps into two gorgeous businessmen in the hotel,
she’s surprised to find her head has been well and truly turned.
Even more surprisingly, they flirt with her—both of them! She’s
drawn to James and Logan, despite feeling that they’re way out of
her league.

When
a misunderstanding leads Fiona to James and Logan’s sumptuous
top-floor suite, she has no idea what she’s about to uncover.
Scenes of people-trafficking, drug-pushing and wild sex parties all
appear in her active imagination. Yet what she actually sees is
something she’d never even considered before, something that piques
her interest.

After
discovering their sexy secret, what will she do with this new-found
knowledge?

Continuing
to surreptitiously peer at the men over the rim of her glass, it hit
her that this was the first time in months that she’d looked at a
man with interest, much less two men—and at the same time! But,
ready to snatch her gaze away if one of them happened to glance at
her, she realized that it wasn’t surprising that the pair had
attracted her attention.

The
tailored business suits would draw the eye even on an ugly guy. But
on these two, the fine clothing was practically an orgasm for the
gaze. They sat opposite each other, and their angle to her meant that
she had a view of both their profiles—lucky her.

The
one to her right had very dark, almost black hair, with a bit of a
curl to it, a long straight nose, a trimmed goatee and, if she wasn’t
mistaken, deep blue eyes. It was hard to tell for sure from this
distance and perspective.

The
one on her left had lighter, shorter hair, stubble that by some
magical feat still looked smart, and the most sinful lips she’d
ever set eyes on. And speaking of eyes, she thought perhaps his were
green. What she wouldn’t give to go and check both of them out
close up, preferably naked.

Shocked
at her own sudden lustful thoughts, she inhaled more than drank
another sip of the juice. Unfortunately, it hit her throat all wrong
and she almost slammed the glass down as she started to cough. She
tried so hard to suppress the cough, eager not to draw attention to
herself, that she made it worse.

Snatching
up the thick linen serviette from the table, she held it to her mouth
as she spluttered in a most embarrassing manner, and tears began to
roll down her cheeks. By now, she was sure that the whole damn
restaurant was staring at her, and she wished the tablecloths reached
the floor, like the ones in the restaurant upstairs, so she could
hide under the table until she regained her composure.

Swallowing
repeatedly to try to soothe her irritated throat, she gasped as a
gentle hand laid on her shoulder, which set her off all over again.

“Oh
God,” came a voice. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you
jump. I just wanted to make sure you were all right. See if I could
help.”

Unable
to speak, Fiona waved a hand to try to signal that she’d be okay,
but unless the guy was a mind reader, he’d have no luck figuring
that out. Blinking through the tears that marred her vision, her urge
to hide underneath the table grew stronger.

Christ,
it was only the hottie with the blue eyes. And, if she wasn’t
mistaken, his sexy friend with the green eyes was also hovering close
by, concern etched into his handsome features.

Managing
to drag in a breath, she huffed out, “Thank you.”

Just
then, Jeremy arrived with a carafe of water, complete with ice, and
poured her a glassful. “Here you go, Fiona. Drink this. Are you all
right? Anything else I can get you?”

Sunday, September 27, 2015

My
Sunday Snog today comes from my short story “Refuge”, published
in the altruistic anthology Coming
Together: At Last. That anthology celebrates cross-race and
cross-cultural desire, with proceeds supporting Amnesty
International. The story is set in a refugee camp on the Thai-Myanmar
border. The heroine Prean is a young woman from the Karen tribe, one
of the many ethnic minorities who have been subject to brutal
treatment in the past by the Myanmar government. The hero Nu is a
Thai soldier, a guard at the camp. Nu is from a poor and marginalized
region in the northeastern part of the country, subject to
discrimination and abuse by his superiors. He’s drawn to help Prean
despite the danger to his own safety.

“Refuge”
is a story of hope, of love and humanity in dark times and places. It
seems particularly relevant now, as the world struggles to deal with
the millions of refugees streaming out of Syria and neighboring
regions. It’s enough to make one feel hopeless. What can one person
do in the face of the suffering millions?

Whatever
we can. So I will donate $1 to Doctors Without Borders
(Médecins Sans
Frontières or MSF) for
each comment I receive on this post. MSF is actively working to help
refugees in a variety of locations: in Greece,
in Serbia,
in France,
and elsewhere as needs shift during this global emergency.

Please
help. Read my snog and leave a comment. Share this post with your
friends and family. Put it on Facebook. Tweet it. Make a donation of
your own to MSF or another charity working with refugees.

People
are not numbers. Every refugee has a story.

(Once
you’re done with my snog, by the way, head back to Victoria’splace for more sexy Sunday kisses.)

I
watched her body sway in front of me. My eyes had adjusted to the
darkness. I could see her slender back, with its cloak of gleaming
hair. I swallowed hard at the sight of her hips, their swell
distorting the patterned fabric of her sarong. I was sweaty and
nervous as she led me through the forests near the camp boundaries
and up to higher ground. The aching lump in my groin made it
difficult to walk.

The
path opened into a grassy clearing. Moonlight poured in. To my left
rose a steep wall of limestone. The plash of falling water reached my
ears. Rivulets emerged from the cliff at several spots and tumbled
into a mossy pool at its base, before spilling over and flowing down
hill toward the camp. The cool breeze was rich with the scent of
growing things, free of the fetid aromas of the caged humanity.

I
took a deep breath. Prean stopped by the pool. She turned to me, her
arms wide in invitation. I stood rooted in that magical spot, snared
by her beauty.

“Nu?”
Her voice released me. I gathered her in my arms, burying my face in
her fragrant locks. The soft flesh of her breasts pressed against my
chest, sending a thrill through my limbs that settled in my groin.
Amazed at my daring, I ran my palms over her cloth-wrapped hips,
around to her buttocks, and pulled her body tight against mine.

She
ground her pelvis against my swollen cock. I moaned, finding her
lewdness shocking but irresistible. “Mmm,” she murmured. “I
guess that you do like me, after all.” Before I could stop her
(and only part of me wanted to), she had slipped her hand between us
and unfastened my fly.

My
rigid penis sprang into her hand, an arrow to its target. She stroked
it delicately, like some fluttering bird that might escape. It
swelled at her touch. As it hardened further, she started to squeeze,
pumping rhythmically from base to tip as though she was milking a
goat. She smeared the sensitive bulb with moisture leaking from the
eye, and I nearly lost control. Meanwhile, with her other hand, she
grabbed my head and pulled my lips to hers.

Her
mouth was open from the first. Her kiss was bold, all tongue and
teeth, honest in its need—the hot, hungry kiss of a woman starved
for loving. I returned the kiss, as best I could, lost, dizzy with
lust. My senses reeled. It was too much. The fever of her mouth, the
cool silk of her fingers on my cock. Her scent, grass and smoke,
salt and musk. Her taste, lemon and mint. I felt my balls contract
and groaned, sure that I was about to embarrass myself by spurting
all over her hand.

Prean
knew. At the last moment, she released both my cock and my mouth. Her
smile was full of mischief and understanding. Stepping away from me,
she pulled her tunic over her head. Jet locks tumbled over her bare
shoulders. I stared at her breasts, white and plump as little chicks
with tips dark as tamarind pods. My palms ached to cup them, to feel
them yield under my touch. She loosed the tucks holding the sarong
around her hips. The fabric dropped to the ground, revealing her flat
belly and winking navel, her pale thighs and shapely calves, and at
the center of the universe, the tangled patch of black fur that hid
her sex.

My
cock twitched, eager for a taste. I was too shy to move.

Her
scent was sharper now. She knelt and spread the sarong upon the
grass, then lay on her side, watching me. “Please. Take off your
clothes, Nu. I want you.”

WolfCreek is about a gay werewolf who finds strength in what makes
him different. Josh finally gets the chance to escape his oppressive
pack; but only if he finds it's next leader. As a rare omega
werewolf, he alone can find an alpha strong enough to control New
England's largest pack.

He teams up with an erratic Amazon in
training and a disarming park ranger with a secret. They are no
closer to finding a true alpha when a local is mauled to death. In
retribution, the Amazons decide to kill Josh's entire pack.

2)
Was it hard to switch from writing a sexually-explicit vampire novel
to one for new adults?

Most
of my published works have been sexually-explicit. I've found a comfy
home in writing erotica. In some ways, it was a relief to not have to
come up with new and exciting sexy scenes to fill a novel. I think it
will be a bigger challenge in the sequel to Wolf Creek when Josh gets
a boyfriend who has no problem letting Josh know just how
irresistible a werewolf can be. It is a challenge to write sexually
charged scenes with a delayed pay-off, but it makes that moment with
bodies collide all that much more rewarding.

It
was actually a challenge writing about werewolves instead of vampires
because I'd been hooked on vampires for so long. I had to figure out
a number of things like the mechanics of transformation and the rules
of the pack. It was a lot of fun stepping into a whole new mythos.

3)
How is your novel (and possibly other recent novels for new adults)
different from the classics that used to be in every school library?

I'm
still finding my way around the new adult genre. With the rise in
popularity of young adult fiction, many adults are finding stories
about young people making their way in the world and discovering
themselves strike a chord. I don't think we ever stop looking for who
we are and where we belong. That stage of separating from your
parents and being on your own is such a big step but only the first
in a lifelong journey. Admittedly, I haven't been in a high school
library in a while so I'm not sure what's on the shelves now.
Twenty-five years ago when I was in high school, we were reading
Grapes of Wrath and Old Man and the Sea. Don't get me
wrong, there's a lot of literary gold in these classics. But at the
time, their worth was completely lost on me. Those stories weren't
what I was experiencing.

Now
teens and young adults have a wide array of fiction to get lost in
and relate to. The main characters are more relate-able because they
are more diverse and go through more diverse and modern experiences.
Diversity is something we need more of in all genres of fiction.

4)
Has motherhood influenced your writing? If so, in what ways?

Pregnancy
had a huge influence on my writing. I published several short stories
last year, all with a maternity bent. It's a terrifying time,
especially being my first pregnancy. I have an educational background
in genetics and spend my work days looking at articles about
developmental defects in mice. So I channelled all that worry and
hope into my writing.

Ten
months into motherhood, I've learned why baby monitors are so popular
in horror movies. There is nothing scarier than the thought of
hearing something unexpected coming from the monitor in the room
where your sweet, defenceless baby is sleeping. Never mind walking up
to their closed door or their near motionless and sleeping bodies.

Now
as a mother, I read a lot of books with one sentence or even phrase
per board page. I can't wait for my daughter to reach an age when she
will want to participate in reading - other than by eating the pages.

I'm
also very curious about how a fictional mother with an infant would
handle any number of fictional challenges from a zombie apocalypse to
finding a second chance at love.

5)
What inspired your new novel?

Wolf
Creek was inspired by a number of short stories and books I was
reading at the time and a change in the overall acceptance of gay
characters in fiction. The late Jay Lake's Torquing Vacuum
made me realize that a gay main character could have adventures that
didn't revolve around his or her sexuality. JR Ward's Lover at
Last finally consummated a homosexual relationship between two
characters that had been building for several novels earlier in the
series. Patricia Brigg's Cry Wolf take on the importance of an
omega wolf caught my imagination.

Before
writing Wolf Creek, I had been writing with an erotic novella
about two martial artists coming to terms with their sexuality and
falling in love. While writing about the evolution of their sexual
relationship and dealing with the consequences of their secret
romance was enjoyable, I worried that the story was too much about
one character coming out and that there wasn't enough external
conflict.

So I kidnapped Josh from that story, made him a
werewolf and introduced him to a sidekick character I loved from
another trunked novel who made trouble where ever she went.

6)
Is there anything else you would like to say?

I'd
just like to invite people to check out Wolf Creek. I hope
they will fall in love with these characters as much as I did.
Although Wolf Creek has some romantic elements, it is more
about Josh finding himself and his place in the world. If there is
enough interest, I will get to write the sequel in which Josh finds
love in a most unexpected foe turned friend who made an appearance in
Wolf Creek.

Thursday, September 24, 2015

Over
the past couple of weeks I have been re-editing and revising my
second novel, Incognito, for a new release. (I’ll be adding
a new chapter soon.) One thing that has struck me about this book,
originally published as erotica by Blue Moon in 2003, is how innocent
it is.

If
you’ve read the novel, you may be astonished by this comment. It’s
one of the most explicit and transgressive things I’ve ever
written. It includes almost every variety of sexual activity I can
imagine (well, that I did imagine!)—bondage, spanking,
flogging, age play, ménage (FFM and MFFM), femdom, lesbian and
homoerotic activity, public sex, anonymous sex, even a double
penetration on a billiard table. How can I call such a story
“innocent”?

What
I mean is that when I wrotethe
novel, I was innocent. Innocence implies a lack
of knowledge, even ignorance. The word definitely describes me at
that point in my career. I knew nothing about the constraints or
conventions of genre. I had no notion that some types of sex were
banned. (Of course, the rules might have been looser a decade ago.)

Incognito
is unquestionably a romance, though I didn’t write it with that
conscious intention. The story follows the core trajectory of that
genre, chronicling the development of a loving relationship between
my heroine Miranda and my hero Mark. The classic obstacle has to do
with Miranda’s fear of loving sex, due to her early experiences.
Over the course of the book, she conquers this fear. The novel has an
unequivocally happy ending that even includes an engagement ring.

At
the same time, the book breaks all the rules I’ve (since) learned
about the expectations and preferences of romance readers. While
Miranda is figuring out how she feels about Mark, she has all sorts
of sexual adventures with other people—mostly strangers—women as
well as men. I’d never dare write something like this for a romance
audience now. They’d hate me and give me one star reviews. In fact,
I’m sure my editors would censor such activities right out of
existence. (They've done that with much less blatant examples in other books.) Back then , though, I wrote what turned me on and what fit
my characters. Miranda represented certain aspects of myself. I’m
bisexual, at least in theory. She put my theories into practice.

Then
there’s the fact that the book includes sex between cousins (who
pretend to be twins), and the sexual initiation of a seventeen year
old male by his much older aunt. As I edited this (very hot) scene
recently, I wondered whether I’d be forced to cut it. These days
it’s eighteen or nothing, and anything even hinting of sex between
family members is strictly verboten.

I
gave away my virginity at the age of fifteen. I can’t pretend that
teenagers are asexual beings. I supposed I could bump up the age of
my hero by a year or two, but it wouldn’t have the same impact.

As
I work my way through a book I wrote so long ago, I remember the
thrill I felt creating it. I reveled in the freedom to expose and
explore my fantasies. Miranda’s adventures go far beyond what I’d
dared in real life. I blush now at the extreme quality of some
scenes. At the time, though, I didn’t bat an eyelash. I found these
scenes arousing. I didn’t doubt that my readers would, too.

The
book is currently available at Totally
Bound, and they’re going to re-release the new version. They’re
a pretty traditional erotic romance publisher. I wouldn’t be
surprised if they want me to cut or alter some of the more
controversial scenes.

Writing
this blog post has made me realize that I’m not going to do that. I
won’t do violence to the original vision of the novel. If they
won’t publish it in its current form, so be it. I’ll take it
somewhere else.

Wednesday, September 23, 2015

For
the month of September Victoria Blisse is the Special Feature Author
at Totally Bound. She has recently revamped all three of her Point
Vamp books and the next in the series will be out on the 22nd
September.

To
celebrate these new editions, all the books have sexy new covers and
each book has its own special offer. Until the 30th
September you can pick up The
Point, the first book of the Point
Vamp series completely free of charge from Totally
Bound.

Series
Blurb

What
is The Point? It is the hottest club in town for both Vampires and
humans alike. It has a large dance floor and a bar like any other
club but once you disappear behind the VIP only door you find out
what makes The Point so unique. Sex, blood and lust all behind closed
doors and only accessed by the chosen ones.

Now,
you become a chosen one and get to see the sexy world behind that
door.

Welcome
to The Point.

The
Point Blurb

Love
conquers all, that is the point, but can it bridge the differences
between a vampire and a woman?

Hugh
is twenty eight. He has been twenty eight for nearly one hundred
years. Hugh is a vampire. He owns a club called The Point and he pays
girls to have sex with him. He then counts to ten as he sucks their
blood to semi-satisfy his lust.

Elizabeth
is a doctor; she loves her job but likes to escape into the
countryside now and then. When she twists her ankle Hugh comes to her
aid. He carries her curvy form all the way back to his home. He takes
care of her ankle and the rest of her body too but he goes too far
and sucks her perfectly intoxicating blood.

How
can these two lovers have any kind of relationship? They don't know;
only time will reveal the answers.

Reader
Advisory: This book contains scenes of blood shed.

Publisher's
Note: This book has previously been published under the same title by
Totally Bound. It has been expanded, revised and re-edited for
re-release.

She
gasped. His lips were as icy as his hands, and they were demanding.
They undulated and coaxed the kiss from her lips. Her mind spun as
her body reacted. She ran her hands ran up and down the front of his
body. They skimmed under the heavy material of his jacket then traced
his hard torso through the silken material of his shirt.

He
pulled away suddenly. She almost fell, but he kept her steady, his
hands braced around her waist.

“Now,
you need fastening.” He seemed shaken up too. He spoke quickly and
his hands shook at her waist as he slipped behind her, sliding his
hands around her to keep her steadied.

“Yes,
fastening, yes,” she said. She made no sense and realised it, but
she could still feel the pressure of his lips against hers and her
fingertips tingled. She was completely undone, and she didn’t mean
just the corset.

She
might have been mistaken, but she was sure Hugh’s hands shook as
they tweaked and twiddled laces.

The
two sides gradually started to shift farther around, and Elizabeth
started to feel the constriction. As he pulled tighter, Hugh got
closer until he stood behind her with his trouser front pressed into
the flesh of her buttocks. She felt him through the thick material of
his pants. He was hard, really hard. She pushed back her hips and was
rewarded with a strangled, gasping groan. Now, she was sure of it. He
was as aroused as she was.

“Right,”
he said. His hands rested on her hips. “I think you’re secure
now. Stand up straight against me so I can check.” She pushed up
and wobbled a little, but Hugh’s hands stopped her from tumbling
over. “How does that feel?”

“Okay,”
she replied, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Not too tight.”

He
ran his hands around her waist, until his hands cupped her breasts
through the material.

“Nothing
bites or digs in?” His chin rested on her shoulder, and she knew he
was looking down into her impressive cleavage.

“No,”
she said. Then he pressed his lips to her neck, and she moaned as her
leg nearly buckled under her. “It feels remarkably good.”

“That’s
good,” he whispered. His lips leant on her flesh as if he were
undecided what to do next. “It feels good.” He ran his fingers
down her sides and to the very edge of the corset and traced along
the border between skin and clothing. She shivered as his touch
slipped lower and wondered what he was doing. She wanted to move his
hand away, not because she wasn’t enjoying it but because she was
afraid that he would be turned off by what he felt. She did nothing
to stop him though. She was hypnotised by the gentle kisses on one
spot of her exposed neck, and she let him run his fingers over her
freely. He explored her hip and thigh. Smoothly, he moved inward, and
she knew her flesh was slick as she was aroused to a level she had
not experienced before.

He
stroked down first. She was disappointed until the upsweep carried
his fingers to the very edge of her pussy and his fingers curled and
teased her pubic hairs.

Delicately,
he pressed in, felt her swollen lips and insinuated his finger
between them.

She
couldn’t think. She knew that something about this was wrong, very
wrong, and she shouldn’t be letting it happen, but as Hugh ran his
fingertip over her clit, she forgot everything but the pleasure
radiating up through her body. He played her like a professional. He
knew just where to touch and how hard. He dipped his finger inside
her, scooped up more of her fresh juice and trailed it back up to her
clit to aid his exploration. As he rubbed, she moaned, blown away by
the eroticism. Her body zinged with sexual pleasure in a way she had
never dreamed existed. He was so in tune with what she needed that,
within a matter of moments, she was quivering and panting. She was on
the brink of the most outstanding orgasm of her life when she wobbled
and put down her right foot. The pain exploded, and she yelped.

She
is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the
co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco, Smut in the City and Smut by
the Sea anthologies.

Victoria
is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut events, days and
nights dedicated to erotica, fun and prizes. Check out
http://ilovesmut.uk for more details.

She
is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to
create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She
was born near Manchester, England and her northern English
quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.

Passion,
love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.